08-15-2021, 06:46 PM
In this episode - Annie foregoes the dilemma of phone calls. This is an in-person kinda deal.
Annie walks up to the barn, greets the man selling dairy goats.
Man: "So, you called about a goat?"
Annie: "Sure did! Point the way!"
Man: "Right around here."
The man walks to the right and just beside the barn where a large pen of several goats can be seen.
Man: "Any particular breed or size? We've got a few different kinds to meet..."
The man is cut short by a shocking surprize. His eyes bulge, mouth agape.
Annie has pulled her shirt up all the way - revealing a very tight fitting halter-top bra and
six small, half-filled water balloons taped to her stomach; mimicking teats. She bears no shame.
The man looks on in disbelief.
Annie: "Oh, you don't think I ran the logistics on this? I ain't no turnip!"
Man: "Uuuh, what... uh... why do you..."
He's cut short by our endeavoring livestock entrepreneur.
Annie: "See, I need milk. Goat's milk. So if I'm to know which one is the RIGHT one, there's gotta
be a connection, you dig?"
The man stands there, speechless, staring at the partially filled balloons leaking down
onto Annie's light-blue faded jean shorts. This wasn't his ordinary sale.
Annie: "So if you will kindly excuse me, I need to see what's what here..."
She pushes past the bewildered man and enters the goat pen.
Annie: *yells* "Alright babies, who loves their momma!!!!"
Annie begins chasing the small herd of goats around the pen in hopes of finding "The One".
To be continued... ??
Annie walks up to the barn, greets the man selling dairy goats.
Man: "So, you called about a goat?"
Annie: "Sure did! Point the way!"
Man: "Right around here."
The man walks to the right and just beside the barn where a large pen of several goats can be seen.
Man: "Any particular breed or size? We've got a few different kinds to meet..."
The man is cut short by a shocking surprize. His eyes bulge, mouth agape.
Annie has pulled her shirt up all the way - revealing a very tight fitting halter-top bra and
six small, half-filled water balloons taped to her stomach; mimicking teats. She bears no shame.
The man looks on in disbelief.
Annie: "Oh, you don't think I ran the logistics on this? I ain't no turnip!"
Man: "Uuuh, what... uh... why do you..."
He's cut short by our endeavoring livestock entrepreneur.
Annie: "See, I need milk. Goat's milk. So if I'm to know which one is the RIGHT one, there's gotta
be a connection, you dig?"
The man stands there, speechless, staring at the partially filled balloons leaking down
onto Annie's light-blue faded jean shorts. This wasn't his ordinary sale.
Annie: "So if you will kindly excuse me, I need to see what's what here..."
She pushes past the bewildered man and enters the goat pen.
Annie: *yells* "Alright babies, who loves their momma!!!!"
Annie begins chasing the small herd of goats around the pen in hopes of finding "The One".
To be continued... ??
